/\/\/ awoke with a wet feeling around his legs. This was something he wasn't accustomed to--not since the time he had been in the math competition. That /\/\/ had never been in a math competition was unimportant; he liked to think that math competitions and wet legs were a natural combination. But this was not like any math competition. This was REALLY wet.
"I wonder what could be so wet around my once so dry legs" shouted /\/\/, barely audible above the clangs and cries of the miners, digging for freedom, all around him.
Although he suspected that some sort of liquid was the evil behind this feeling, /\/\/ decided to look, to be certain. Just as he opened the door leading to his legs, the rest of the mine collapsed, trapping him, his watery legs, and the miners forever. Well!
You may have realized that there is no sand in this story. There is no Knight named Hhh, or any questing of any sort. This may lead you to wonder if I've simply exploited the success of the first story, in using it's grand name to draw your attention to any old string of words I might randomly write. Well, that would be true, unless you haven't read Quest for Sand, in which case, it's a lie.